Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.